The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 9 What a magical method

Ren Hongli looked at the shocked expressions of these people and grinned, "Brother, look at these people who have never seen the world."

Ren Zhuohuo punched Ren Hongli in the waist directly, "Didn't we do the same thing yesterday? Are you not scolding yourself? Idiot."

"puff."

One person knelt down directly on the ground, and as if there was a chain reaction, a group of people immediately knelt down on the ground. The scene in front of them was no less than a miracle.

To be precise, this is a magical method.

Otherwise, why would so much food appear out of thin air in this empty ground?
There are even dishes and chopsticks.

Liu Zhenhua was a little helpless because these people kept kneeling down.

"Get up quickly."

He looked at these people and said.

Fortunately, when he didn't speak, the group of people immediately bent down and almost fell to the ground, "I don't dare, this lord of gods."

Yang Lichao suddenly felt a little frightened. The moment he saw the bowls of white porridge on the ground, he knew that he might have met a real god today.

In places like Shaanxi, Henan, Shanxi, and Northeast China, there are often legends about gods, spirits, and monsters.

Yang Lichao had heard about things on weekdays and read some legends about monsters, which made him respect the gods and spirits even more. This also made him very frightened, because his attitude just now was really a bit bad.

"Just now, the common people are ignorant of Mount Tai. They have offended many people. Please forgive me, Lord God!"

Yang Lichao kowtowed directly and buried his head on the ground.

Others cower as well.

"Those who don't know are not guilty. You have never seen such methods. It is human nature not to believe."

Liu Zhenhua said softly, and then gave Ren Zhuoyue a wink.

The latter understood clearly, and then quickly came to Liu Zhenhua's side, "Let me tell you the truth, my young master is the Kitchen God."

"Kitchen God!"

Some people exclaimed in low voices, and their bodies trembled more violently. Yang Lichao was very familiar with the Kitchen God. The larger the clan, the more reverent they were to the gods. Every year during the sacrifice to the Kitchen God, Yang Lichao would just watch from afar.

The Kitchen God is in charge of the food of the people in the world.

"No wonder the white rice and pickled mustard turned out to be the Kitchen God."

"I waited for the common people to pay homage to the Stove Lord, so I was offended."

The group of people hurriedly kowtowed again and confessed their guilt again. Their attitude was extremely sincere. This was a treatment that even the emperor did not have.

"Okay, the Stove Lord said he doesn't blame you, but he doesn't blame you. The Stove Lord loves his people like his own sons. Don't you know? Just say thank you. We have to go on our way. You have delayed the Stove Lord's important event. Why don't you say thank you like this? It’s too late.”

Ren Zhuoyue's brain was working rapidly and he came up with a set of words.

Liu Zhenhua was very satisfied with what he heard. He had long seen that Ren Zhuoyue was smart, and his current performance was indeed like this.

"Thank you, Lord Stove"

After a group of people kowtowed, they hurriedly stood up. Although they didn't know what the so-called big deal of the Stove Lord was, they couldn't bear the blame from the gods if something went wrong.

If you offend the emperor and kill the nine tribes at most, you will only die once. The gods may be able to make you die again and again.

You can't even reincarnate.

"Just eat first. There are eleven bowls of porridge and eleven portions of pickled mustard. One bowl and one dish will be mine. The remaining ten bowls of rice will be shared among the 29 of you."

Although they didn't know why the Kitchen God still wanted to eat, they didn't dare to ask more.Yang Lichao took the lead and was about to kneel down and kowtow to express his gratitude, but was stopped by Liu Zhenhua.

"From now on, you are not allowed to kneel down at all times. You will call me young master on weekdays. Do you understand me?"

"Understood, understood."

Yang Lichao said quickly.

Ren Hongli scratched his head and muttered in a low voice, "Why doesn't Mr. Stove... Wuwu?"

Before he finished speaking, Ren Zhuohuo covered his mouth, "I told you not to talk too much, just watch."

Even Ren Fanyi lightly kicked Ren Hongli.

Their little moves were noticed by Liu Zhenhua, and he didn't care. He could only summon eleven pieces of white porridge and pickled mustards now, because this thing could only be refreshed after twelve o'clock to equal the number of people.

The current white porridge and pickled mustard was refreshed when there were only 11 people.

Therefore, there are only eleven copies, and thirty copies will be refreshed after twelve o'clock tonight.

Yang Lichao and others quickly shouted thank you to the young master. They were already very satisfied. They had ten bowls of generous white porridge and a plate of pickled mustard. Almost three people shared one bowl, so they were able to share a lot of food.

This is an extremely rare food for them, so they naturally won't say much.

I just wish I couldn't express my gratitude to Liu Zhenhua.

With Liu Zhenhua here, naturally no one of these people dared to be clever, so they all consciously gathered in groups and picked up a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickled mustard.

Ren Zhuoyue and Ren Hongli shared a bowl of white porridge and a portion of pickled mustard, which these people voluntarily gave up.

Because in their opinion, Ren Zhuozhou is better able to speak and do things well in front of Liu Zhenhua.

Originally, Ren Hongli planned to let his father eat it, but Ren Fanyi refused.

Liu Zhenhua was eating porridge and eating mustard without saying much about the scene in front of him. Ren Zhuozhou was a bit smart, knew how to repay kindness, and had a good character. To be precise, the ten people in the Ren family all had good characters.

It's just that Ren Zhuoyue is a bit smarter, and I don't know if he is a counselor.

That remains to be seen.

No one spoke during the meal. They were all concentrating on waiting for the person in front to finish eating, and then pass the porridge and pickled mustard to the next person.

Although it is difficult to control the amount of food, almost one person can share one-third, regardless of how enlightened these people are.

The main reason is Liu Zhenhua's intimidation. A god watching here is much more effective than a butcher's knife or an emperor.

After all, there is a saying that God is watching what people are doing. When they eat here, the gods are sitting next to them and eating together.

Whoever dares to eat more, they were simple farmers in the past, but they are not stupid farmers, and they can understand the pros and cons clearly.

If you eat too much because of greed, if you are discovered by the gods, you may be expelled from the team, or you may be killed directly by the gods.

They can still tell the difference between a full meal and a meal.

Soon, all the food was wiped out. The bowls, chopsticks, mustard plates and plates were all clean, and not a single bit of food residue was visible. It was not because of the system, but because these people licked them too clean.

They may not have heard the poem "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips from the grain on the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate has been worked hard", but they know the preciousness of this food better than anyone else, and they all do better.

The education of words will never be as successful as the education of reality.

After eating, the bowls, chopsticks and plates on the ground quickly disappeared. This scene made Yang Lichao and others secretly sigh in their hearts that he was indeed a god, and they were even more in awe of Liu Zhenhua.

(End of this chapter)